Tombstone Estate

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The CPW-Social.Credit secured landing permission, curving over the sweeping fields as it sought an open landing zone, boosting its bow to swing about. The hulking, predatory shape of the Coalition gunship looking strange and out of place in such a sweeping panaramic vista of Gran Canaria.

The ship settled on its landing gears, the main boarding ramp dropping to the ground with a loud clang as a group of Coalition Marines swept down to set up firing positions, assualt rifles covering the approach accesses to the ship, as a pair of engineers set up a set of automated sentry guns to establish a defensive perimeter.

The BJ2S JiangXi jeep roared to life, dropping down the ramp and slid about on the dirt as Lt. Razins hands danced upon the steering wheel, bringing the Jeep to a rest as Commissar-Commander Katz marched down the ramp doffing his uniform cap and handing it over to his Chief Petty Officer Pavel Byk.

I want the damn engines running smoothly by the time I get back, Katz said looking angrilly at his Chief. The Social Credit stalled out three times on the journey here, if that had happened during the re-entry, wed be picking bits of the gunship up across the surface of Gran Canaria!

Pasha nodded, glaring threateningly at Engineer-specialist Lankov who was smoking a cigarette from up inside the ship, looking like he just didnt care, waiping a dirty hand on stained orange coveralls.

Katz shook his head as he climbed into the passenger seat of the open topped jeep, setting a boot up on the dash as two of the Marines rushed to climb up into the back, one of them manning the rather meancing dual AK-1 turret that sat on the jeeps rear pintol mount.

Go Stenka, Katz ordered as the BJ2S accelerated away, bouncing across the field heading for the small road that would take them across the estate towards the ranch houses.

Razin, pristine and immaculate in his spotless uniform and perfectly combed hair expertly drove the ungainly military vehicle that was modelled off of the Liberty version that had been recovered during the Ontario operation and successfully reverse engineered to provide a more utilitarian, but sturdier Coaliton varient.

Katz sipped his coffee from a Tim Hortons travel mug, bounced and rocked in his seat as the jeep finally hit the gravel road, the rear end sliding around as it roared up the road announcing its imminant arrival to any and all within earshot.

There were people gathering up at the house, as the BJ2S roared up, Razin pulling to a stop and leaning forward on the steering wheel.

You drive like a goon, Katz said, cuffing him up the back of his head, despite the fact that Stenka was still grinning at him like a maniac.

Katz sighed as he swung out and down from the jeep dusting down the long black coat he was wearing over his decidedly simple clothes. Stay here, and he looked at the marines holding up a warning finger. Dont shoot the broadside of that barn just because you can hit it!

Both of them looked petulantly at him, as one of them rested a loving hand on the twin-bored turret.

Katz rolled his eyes, setting the mug into its cup holder and walking up towards the collected members of the Doctors household.

I am sorry for the approach, and the noise, he said looking about, his eyes creasing up as he looked thoughtful. But I heard about Freeport Five, and Im trying to reach John or Midori I mean Doctor and Mrs. Holiday

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